A Vulture fleeces fields far-flungWhile Johnny tames a tumid tongue(Beneath a bleeding sun above) As Captain counts the dead with love: For, while the silent waters pose, The Merchant Ship just sits and grows...

A Serpent weaves amongst the weedsAs Johnny dares audacious deeds(When evening drains the dying day) To stop the Captain, come what may: And while the raging rivers growThe Merchant Ship rocks to and fro...

An Owl, a’ branch, has teacup eyes, That glimmer dark as Johnny dies(Within the screaming sky-like tomb) While casting Captain to his doom: Within titanic undertowThe Merchant Ship is sucked below...

A fledgling Bird sprays morning dewAs Johnny Junior’s born anew(He’s baptised in the dawn ablaze) To rectify the former days: And streams emerge from melting snowAs virgin rivers start to flow...